My name is Lin Chen. I transmigrated to this world just in time for the awakening ceremony on my eighteenth birthday.
Blue Star was technologically advanced, but its class divisions were rigid. Those who awakened a Lord Space became the elite; those who didn’t were worker ants for life. At the highly anticipated awakening ceremony, my Lord Space shone with a seven-colored radiance unseen for countless ages.
Mythic grade. Everyone fell to their knees.
Then my innate troop hatched: a fluffy little chick with a golden halo over its head. Gray-Iron grade, and it could only peck. The people who had just knelt stood back up, their reverence turning to ridicule. “A seven-colored space paired with a Gray-Iron chicken. What a waste.” “He won’t survive his first trial.”
They didn’t know that I had the [Strongest Support System of the Myriad Worlds] in my head. It transformed my original “Mythic Summoning” talent into a forbidden power that should not exist in this world: [Divine and Demonic Ranch].
I don’t summon troops. I raise gods and demons.
Angel feathers spliced into a slime’s genetic chain let it spew holy light capable of destroying the world. A Death Lord’s finger bone grafted onto a young dragon gave rise to a bone dragon with a beating heart. I used genetic engineering as a bridge to forcibly fuse three incompatible forces, holy light, the void, and the abyss, inside a chick. The first primordial chick in the universe pecked at rice in the palm of my hand.
Everyone was waiting to laugh at me. Then, on the trial grounds, that fluffy little chick gave the enemy griffin legion a light peck. Space tore apart, holy light scorched the heavens, the abyss consumed everything, and all three attacks detonated at once.
That day, the entire Federation finally realized a terrifying truth:
